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Chapter II: Another 100 Miles
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Ginny blinked several times. "Sorry?"
"I'm taking you out of here." Draco repeated. "You know… out of Azkaban. So, get up, put this on," he threw a cloak at her, "and let's go."
Ginny let the cloak fall to the floor, and continued to stare at him. "I don't understand."
"What about 'I'm taking you out of here.' Is so hard to understand?" Draco said, rather impatiently. "We're going!"
"Are you mad? How do I know this isn't a trick to get me to come along quietly?"
"You don't," Draco said, half smiling. "You will just have to trust me."
"Trust you!" Ginny spat. "You helped murder my parents! You killed my sisters-in-law. My nieces and nephews. My brother!" she was shrieking. "Damn you! Damn you to HELL you murderer!" The strength that long ago had left her malnourished body seemed to surge through her. She flew at him, fists flying. Nothing mattered now but that she avenge her family.
Much to her surprise, Draco did not hex her into oblivion. Rather, he slammed her back against the cell wall, pinning her arms above her head. "Percy said you were a fighter, but Merlin…"
"Percy?!" Ginny has ceased her struggle, and become completely still. "He-you-where is he?! What have you done with him?" Percy and his wife Penelope had gone missing during Ginny's last year at Hogwarts. A few weeks later, Penelope's body had been found in a wooded area, not far from the Burrough. Percy's body had never been recovered, and after nearly a year with no news, the family had given up hope. A year to the day after her brother's disappearance, a group of Death Eaters had ambushed the Burrough, killing Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, as well as their daughters-in-law, and grandchildren.
"I have not done anything to him. Your dear brother had been living quite comfortably in the palace of the Dark Lord for some time."
"Wh-What… I don't… what are you saying?"
"Honestly Weasley, do I have to spell it out for you? Your brother is a Death Eater, a loyal follower of Lord Voldemort. In fact, he's the new Minister of Magic."
"You're lying!" Ginny cried.
"Oh, never to you Weasley; and If you're a good girl, and don't make me any trouble, I'll take you to him." He picked the dark blue cloak up off the floor, and held it out to her.
She hesitated. It was very likely that all of this was just a trick, and she was going to be killed like Hermione and the rest of her family. But, Ginny realized, she was too tired to care. "In the end you'll die anyway." A voice inside said. "What do you have to loose?"
She snatched the cloak from his hands, and put it on.
There, you see?" he grinned. "That wasn't so hard."
"Move!" she snapped, and when he didn't budge, she pushed passed him into the dark hallway. Draco moved to follow Ginny, but bumped into her right outside the door. A guard was coming out of Luna's cell, a bundle wrapped in a blanket slung over his shoulder. He stumbled at the threshold, and a corner of the blanket pulled back, revealing a human hand.
"What's going on Wellington?!" Draco barked.
"Another dead one sir." Wellington laughed. "Slit her own throat this one did. I was just disposing of the body."
"Stop!" Ginny shouted, and before Draco could stop her, she darted forward, and gently drew Luna's wedding band off her finger. She then unfastened a long chain from around her neck, and added Luna's ring to the dozen or so other rings already on the chain.
"Now we can go." She said.
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"Halt." The guard at the door said, in a bored voice. "I need to know the identity and the number of the prisoner you are taking from my prison Mr. Malfoy."
"Ginevra Molly Weasley, prisoner number one-one-zero-five." Draco recited.
"Ah… Weasley. She'll be a high security prisoner. I'll be needing clearance from-"
"I have here a signed order from the Minister." Draco interrupted, thrusting a document into the guard's hand. "It states that I am to escort the prisoner to our Lord's palace for questioning."
"Ohhhh… yes, of course sir." A shaky Wellington handed the order back to Draco, and pushed Azkaban's large door open.
Draco grabbed Ginny by her elbow and guided her through the door, and out into the night. They passed numerous guards, and prisoners, some of whom Ginny recognized from school. One prisoner, whom Ginny thought resembled Gryffindor Quidditch Captain Oliver Wood, sat muttering to himself on a pile of rocks, waving a stick around like a wand.
Ginny shuddered. The suffering was atrocious. "Here." Draco interrupted her thoughts, holding out what looked like a deflated bike tire. "You aren't able to apperate, so we'll have to portkey to the palace."
Ginny reached out, and tentatively touched the portkey with one dirty, finger.
"Don't try anything Weasley." Malfoy said. "You wouldn't last five minutes out here."
"Fuck you Malfoy." Ginny replied sweetly, just before she felt the jerk somewhere below her navel.
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